A Radiant Sky

by Jocelyn Davies

  Dedication

  To my parents: for teaching me how to dream, and for always believing I’d find a way to turn those dreams into reality.

  And for Grandpa, in memory.

  Contents

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  About the Author

  Back Ad

  Books by Jocelyn Davies

  Credits

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Prologue

  There are certain things they never tell you about love.

  Fairy tales and campfire legends make it sound easy.

  A Guardian falls in love with a Rebel, and their love tears the heavens apart. Their daughter isn’t light and isn’t dark, but both. Undeniably, painfully both. And no transformation from mermaid to girl, no glass slipper, no prince charming or enchanted beast can help her figure out where she truly belongs.

  They’ll tell you what it’s like to fall in love. All the wonderful, terrible things. That it hurts when you’re together, and when you’re not. It hurts when you know, and the not-knowing hurts even more. They’ll tell you that no matter how strong you are, no matter how much you fight or steel yourself against it, it hurts to have your heart broken.

  But what no one ever tells you is that to break your own heart—that feels even worse.

  I always believed that love could only shatter you. Make you believe the impossible until the impossible is all you know. And then when the impossible is real, when you’ve forgotten who you are, forgotten everything that makes you you, only when the world is different and you are different and things are shining the way you never knew they could—that’s when love rips you open from the inside out.

  I always thought I could live without it.

  “Love,” Asher had once said. “The great destroyer of worlds.”

  But I was wrong.

  1

  “I can’t go with you.”

  The minute I said those words, there was no going back. There was no changing my mind.

  A few months ago, I might not have been so sure. Ever since that icy night in January when I turned seventeen, life as I knew it had boiled down to this: I had to choose.

  Between light and dark.

  Between the Order and the Rebellion.

  Between Devin and Asher.

  Tonight, in these woods, everything changed.

  Because I chose neither.

  I could no longer pretend that I belonged on one side or the other. I wasn’t a Guardian, and I wasn’t a Rebel. I knew that now, with more clarity than I’d known anything in my life.

  “Skye,” Asher said. His eyes were pleading. “Don’t do this.” He looked between me and the group standing behind me, and then to Ardith, as if for help. “We need you.” He paused. “I—”

  He didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t have to. I knew what he was going to say.

  The unsaid words twisted around my heart and squeezed tightly.

  I need you.

  And maybe he did. Maybe he needed me for my powers, so the Rebellion could win—or maybe to fight beside him, as we’d been planning.

  But did I need Asher? My powers had surpassed his, as Raven had predicted they would. I didn’t need his help anymore.

  And did I need love? It was a new choice, a different choice. Between following my heart and starting on the path I finally knew I was supposed to take. It wasn’t easy, but I knew the answer. I had always known.

  The silence twisting around my heart snapped, and the pain flooded through me as I realized it.

  I had to let him go.

  Dusk was settling in the woods around us. To my left, Aunt Jo stood with her arms crossed next to my two oldest friends, Cassie and Dan. On my right, my friend Ian looked defiant next to fallen angel Raven, my former enemy, now linked to me in a way I didn’t yet fully understand. And standing in front of me, facing me down, were the Rebels: Ardith and Gideon, Asher—and now Devin. All of them on the same side, for the first time. I couldn’t see any Guardians, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there, lurking in the shadows.

  Guardians stalk these woods.

  “Skye, you don’t have to do this.” Asher’s hands hung at his sides, where they’d fallen when I told him I was leaving the Rebellion. “Let’s talk. We can figure this out.”

  “She made up her mind,” Ian said, stepping forward. He had never trusted Asher, and disdain radiated off him. A light shone in his eyes. He had won. “We’re starting a new group.”

  “Ian,” I hissed. I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him back.

  Next to Asher, Devin looked up sharply. His blue eyes pierced mine, but he said nothing.

  “I’m sorry if I made you think something else,” I said. “But this is who I am. And this is what I have to do.”

  “You’re just as cold-blooded as the Order,” Ardith spat, anger and betrayal clouding her eyes. “I knew we couldn’t trust you.”

  “She’s not. You know that,” Devin said. “She’s doing what’s right. Doesn’t the Rebellion believe in that? Even if they disagree with her cause?” It was the first time he had spoken since jumping from the Order. Ardith whirled on him, the starlight catching her long chestnut hair.

  “Oh, look who feels right at home speaking up,” she growled. “A Rebel for a whole minute and you’ve already found some rules to follow. You can take the Guardian out of the Order, I suppose—”

  “Don’t make me cut you, Ardith,” Raven said icily. She ruffled her silver feathers, which glinted sharply in the fading light.

  “It’s no use arguing.” Gideon had been silent, too. Even though his voice was low, we all heard him perfectly. “Whether it’s now or on the battlefield. We’re enemies now.” His eyes grew cold and distant—the look of someone retreating into his horrible memories—memories he spent every day trying to forget. “We’re going to war. Against each other.”

  Silence echoed across the woods as his words sunk in.

  “Then that is how it has to be.” Everyone turned to look at me, and I felt my hands balling into fists at my sides. All I could think was that I had to get home. To start figuring out what all this meant. What my future held now.

  I swept past the group and toward the cabin, where the last remaining pieces of my childhood sat in a box in the attic, waiting for me to bring them home. I knew the Rebels were questioning my decision, but I didn’t care. My friends would support me, even if the Rebels didn’t. The reality was that I knew I never had a choice to begin with. This was always how it had to be—it’s just that I hadn’t realized it until now.

  I tore through the woods to the place where my parents had set up camp once upon a time. The house was exactly as we’d left it that morning, but I saw everything differently now. It was like looking at a jigsaw puzzle that’s been taunting you for months, watching the image suddenly snap into place and wondering how you never saw it there before.

  I climbed the stairs to the attic, and would have taken them
two at a time if I thought the rickety wood could handle it. There, in the corner, was the rumpled sleeping bag that Asher and I had shared the night before. He had been so patient with me while I figured out my powers, given me so much strength. His confidence in me alone made me feel like I could become as powerful as everyone said. Like I really could be the key to saving the universe.

  But I couldn’t give that same confidence back to him. I couldn’t fight by his side if it meant denying who I really was, my mother’s daughter, with my mother’s powers—a part of me that was just as much alive as my powers of the dark. He had to understand. He had to have known this day would come.

  On the other side of the room, by the stairs, was the stack of boxes that I’d knocked into the night before, spilling their contents everywhere. In the darkness, I hadn’t had a chance to go through them. But I knew who they belonged to.

  My parents.

  Last night, a small metal object had gone rolling across the floor. When I’d bent to pick it up, the ball of fire Asher held in his hands showed that I was holding a baby’s rattle. The silver was dented and old, tarnished from disuse. But in the dim glow of the fire, I could just make out that it had once been engraved with something significant.

  The letters Sk.

  And beneath them, a string of numbers. My birthday.

  As the rattle jangled softly in my hands, I realized that it wasn’t just a childhood toy. It was a message. A sign.

  Little silver bells, my parents used to sing me to sleep at night, as light from the moon cast shadows of branches and leaves on the walls. When they ring, we’ll know.

  I used to think it was just an old folk song, its gentle rhythm lulling me to sleep. But as I listened to the faint silver jangle in the dead of night, something clicked.

  Silver, for my eyes. For the strange mix of powers that surged within me, stronger by the day. For the flashing wings that had finally grown in fits of stabbing pain from beneath my shoulder blades.

  I always wondered what, exactly, the lyrics meant. When they ring, we’ll know.

  But last night I figured it out, as sharp and clear as the rattle’s bell. When all the silver forces in my life converged, we’ll know it’s time. To fight.

  It was the final sign I needed to have the courage to reject both the Order and the Rebellion. To start off on my own. Since turning seventeen, everyone in my life had tried to control me. But now it was time to take matters into my own hands.

  I wrapped the rattle carefully in a T-shirt and packed it in my backpack. I opened the flaps of the box that had fallen on its side and began to sift through what was left. There had to be more clues. Something to tell me what I was supposed to do now.

  The sun was beginning to set. As it aligned with the window, it cast an orange beam of light in my eyes. I stood and raised an arm to shield them from the glare. Motes of dust swirled around me as I struggled to slide the window open, letting the fresh mountain air gust into the tiny room.

  The sky was a pale, crisp blue, fading to a pinkish glow as the sun hovered above the jagged outline of the mountains on the horizon. I closed my eyes and the light swept across my nose and eyelids, touched the tops of the trees below. The world glowed on the other side. The light shone brightest at the center, seeping into darkness as I squeezed my eyes tighter. Dark and light. I was neither. I was both. I was all of it.

  The sun was setting on one chapter of my life. But it was rising on the next. The world was waking up, and I felt like I was waking up with it.

  2

  “Planning on jumping?”

  My eyes flew open.

  I didn’t have to turn around to know who was behind me. I’d heard his voice so often that it had become a living, breathing part of me, as real as the cells in my skin and the oxygen in my blood. He was repeating the very same words I’d said to him that moment on the roof of Northwood School, when I’d learned who I really was.

  The child of a member of the Order and a Rebel angel who had broken away. The daughter of dark and light.

  Except now I knew that there was more to this story than I’d ever dreamed possible. My mother wasn’t just a Guardian, but a Gifted One who possessed the Sight. Now I finally understood the visions I’d been having. They were glimpses of the future.

  The breeze coming through the open window smelled like spring. Spring meant renewal. Well, maybe I could bring renewal to the world. For too long, two groups had vied for power over the world and the people who walked it: the Order, responsible for controlling human fate; and the Rebellion, who believed in the passion and chaos of a life messy and lived to the fullest. But neither group was perfect. Neither was right. I couldn’t let the Order control human life forever, but a world controlled by the Rebellion would mean chaos and anarchy. I stood between them now. Maybe I did have the fate of the universe in my hands.

  “You’ve been waiting for a chance to say that back to me, haven’t you?” I asked, gathering the courage to turn around.

  “You sort of gave it to me on a silver platter this time.” I could hear the smirk in his voice, and I turned to face him.

  “I’m not going to jump,” I said. “Don’t worry.” He wasn’t smiling. His lips didn’t even twitch. “Even if I did, I could catch myself now. Wings and all.”

  In the fading light, his dark features began to blur, to fade along with the sun into the corners of the attic already cast with twilight shadows. He grabbed at an invisible speck of dust in the air, crushed it in his fist, looked away.

  “Asher—”

  “Don’t.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “You’re sorry?” So many things burned in his coal-black eyes. Anger. Betrayal. If I looked deep enough, maybe even pain. Instead, I let my gaze drop to the warped planks of the wooden floor.

  “I have to do this.”

  “I protected you, Skye. I devoted myself, every waking second, to keeping you safe from the Order.”

  “I know—”

  “I gave you a family with the Rebels. I was ready to commit my life to fighting with you. Side by side.”

  “I—”

  “A team.”

  “Me too, but—”

  He looked up then, and that look sent lightning crashing through my heart.

  “I loved you.”

  What was I doing? Not for the first time, I wondered if I was making the right decision. It was too hard. Shouldn’t it be easier to follow your own star?

  “I loved you, too,” I said. I walked up to him, took his hands. They uncurled from fists, shaking ever so slightly in mine. “I still do.”

  “Then how,” he said through clenched teeth, “can you leave me?”

  The mountain wind blew between us. The sun sparkled through my eyelashes.

  “Because I have to do this. It’s who I am. Can’t I love you but not believe in what you believe in?”

  “It’d be a whole lot better if you believed.”

  The corner of his mouth twitched, and I smiled, despite myself. “That’s not funny.”

  “I know.” He sighed, grabbed my hands in his, and pulled me closer. I let him wrap his arms around me, and I rested my cheek on his chest. “It’s just that I really did think you were a Rebel. I thought we were in this together. For always.”

  I felt tears prick the backs of my eyes, and was glad he couldn’t see. I forced them down.

  “I wish that we could be,” I said. “But it’s impossible.”

  “Skye, you know I have to do the right thing, too—don’t you? I have to go back to the Rebellion. We’ve fought so hard for this; I can’t turn my back on them now. Ardith and Gideon are counting on me. I let them down once, I can’t do it again. It’s not about the rules. It’s not like the Order. It’s about honor. It’s about loyalty. I thought you understood that.”

  “Don’t talk to me about loyalty,” I said, my face growing hot with frustration. “I’m loyal to my family. To my friends. To my own blood.” I took a deep breath. “So, I guess
that means we’re against each other now.”

  “Maybe.” He looked thoughtful. “Maybe not. Looks can be deceiving. You of all people should know that.” He took a step back, and lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes. He raised an eyebrow.

  “Do you believe in us, Skye? That there could be a happy ending for us if we wish for it hard enough?”

  I swallowed. Did I believe? My life was fine before Asher and Devin came into the picture. I had Aunt Jo and my friends and won ski races and got straight As, and that was enough. It wasn’t exciting, it didn’t make me feel anything, but it was safe, and it was mine. Now, I felt too much. And all it did was make things confusing. All I felt was the pain I’d been trying so hard to escape since my parents died.

  It was the kind of life the Rebellion believed in.

  But forming this new group, stopping this collision of Chaos and Order—that was a fight I couldn’t afford to lose. No matter what I had to give up in order to win.

  I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again I was crying.

  “No,” I said. “I don’t.”

  Asher let go of me. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again just as quickly.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “You have to.”

  He took my hands in his and gripped them tight. “Skye,” he said fiercely. “Listen to me. When this is all over, when we’ve found a way to end this, we will be together.”

  I raised my eyes to meet his. “Then prove it.”

  It was a challenge. It was the very thing he’d yelled to me above the wind, the first time we’d raced each other.

  I’ll win!

  Prove it.

  He pulled me into him so fast I didn’t see it coming, and I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. He held on to me, tightly, as the sun dipped quietly below the mountains and the darkness rose to meet us and the wind blew in through the open window, gusting up under my wings, which had unfurled in Asher’s arms, and lifting us both off the ground. It was the kind of kiss you read about in books, the kind they write songs about. A kiss that told the story of us. The whole messy, complicated story.